This was part of a literary scavenger hunt that my friend Sarah and I did. The topic was, “Write a love poem incorporating the following words: rabbit, glass, mud, super nova, Motel 6.” (7/11/09)
I’m grateful to you
for loving me.
apart from you
(I’m almost positive that)
no one would ever look at me
humor my sense of novelty,
willingly wander down
the rabbit trail of words that
I bring to our late night talks.
only you would kiss me
in the car
in the parking lot
at the motel 6
while we wait for the rain to slow
enough for the wipers to clear the glass…
then brave the wind and the mud
for 2 scoops of Baseball Nut
(which I feed to you as we drive
down forever roads)
not a super nova romance
flaring brightly, gone in a moment
we are a river… swirled together with strong currents
and dull, lazy stills…
but lasting, long and long
and narrowing down
until one day
when I look up and realize that
it’s just lonely me
between two barren shores,
(they are) empty from the loss of you.
don’t leave me.
I always used to say I wanted to marry a younger man, because women generally live longer than men. Instead, God gave me a man who’s 7 years older than me – and I’ve more or less accepted the fact that I’ll probably be a widow someday. And maybe that won’t happen, (and maybe you think I have a psychotic view of this) but I figure I’ll have an easier time dealing if I’ve at least considered the possibilities. That’s the basic premise for the end of this piece of writing.
Baskin Robbins used to have the most delicious ice cream flavor called Baseball Nut. It was a summer flavor, and it was vanilla ice cream with raspberry swirls and cashews. Yum. Roger and I don’t always agree on favorite desserts, but that’s something we both loved. (I’d like to use the present tense of that word, but… I don’t think they make it anymore.)